#shadedbeats

[witchembrace-a]

@shadedbeats gets a new year's kiss !!

new year's wasn't anything special, at least not to yone. to him, it was just another day, and he really wasn't planning for anything special. well, that didn't exactly go as he thought, as ezreal had the brilliant idea to throw a little party in the apartment. and he'd agreed to it, despite himself. why not have a little fun ?

. . . it was fun, until everyone else passed out before midnight, leaving himself and kayn as the only two who were still awake.

yone wasn't certain what to do, and he soon started to pick up the trash the others had left behind, using that as a distraction from the fact that he and his partner were basically alone. however, he was caught off guard by said partner pulling him close from behind, cheeks darkening as he felt a pair of lips press against the back of his neck and linger there for a long time.

" . . . kayn ! " he hissed, careful not to wake the others up with his outburst. embarrassment clung to him for dear life, evident in the way he curled in on himself and tried to make himself smaller.

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@shadedbeats sent: [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got ( likely post one of Kayn’s reckless shenanigans )

Running around and causing problems with Kayn was never unheard of for Ezreal—Generally speaking, the two of them probably caused the most property damage ( accidentally? ), with their recklessness. This was no different—Ezreal once again riding ontop of that taller’s shoulders, screwing with Kayn’s balance as they tried to stay upright and eventually being flung off said shoulders by accident when the other tripped.

“AHHH—SHIT—!!”

Ezreal screams as he’s flung off, trying his best to catch himself; though he still managed to scuff his face—his money maker! On the pavement. “Owww…”

He sits up, wincing softly before he feels fingers grip onto his chin, blinking as his gaze falls onto Kayn who seemed to be examining whatever damage had been done; a minor scrape to the cheek that oozed a small amount of blood. Ezreal normally would have teleported, but it all happened so fast that he couldn’t catch himself in time.

But Kayn’s touch is surprisingly gentle, which makes Ezreal’s face tint a soft shade of pink as the other continues to twist and turn his head around.

“Wh—uh—how bad is it!?”

[heartsteeltechnocrat]

> Send me  “ 🕸 “  for our muses to explore an old, abandoned place together

🕸 ( @shadedbeats )

𝐄𝐙𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐍, 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄. They're somewhere in the West, and night has fallen, blanketing the sky in millions upon millions of beautiful splotches of light. The street is slightly damp, reflecting stars in runny streaks, and the wet pavement makes the Heartsteel's hacker's shoes squeak.

When they get to the padlock on the front door, the hacker hits his knees to the cool concrete, ignoring the chill that ripples up his back. He doesn't know if it's because Kayn is here with him, or because the colder climate of this area has made his normal wear too revealing. He ties his hair up, gets the majority off of his neck, and worries his bottom lip as he gets to work.

Ezreal fishes out his lockpicking set and starts, humming while he does so, moving the pins into their right places, adding pressure so the lock remains unaware by the nimble-fingered thief that works upon it.

When it clicks, he turns, offering a beaming smile in Kayn's direction, and he stumbles a little forward, grabbing embarrassingly onto the other for support. Cheeks flush, but he rights himself, and shoves his kit back into the bag at his hip.

"Not many people want to go exploring with me," he admits, the door creaking in its age as he pushes it open, revealing a black square that leads into nothingness, "so - why did you want to? Bored? Curious?"

A beam of white light suddenly cuts the darkened doorway in two. The light comes from Ezreal's right glasses stem, and soon enough, another beam comes to life from his omni-gauntlet.

"Not that I complain, of course, just - you guard your time well, Pinkie."

He slides his hand into his pocket, pulls out his phone, and gives it a slight tap. The technology warps, sizzling, and a map suddenly appears in the palm of Ezreal's hand. It's almost a hologram.

"The run-down? This place used to be an old art gallery. Had a lot of famous artists from the late 1800's here. We - you and I - are here to see if anyone left some goodies behind."

Ezreal stops walking and throws the map up, and it follows, floating in the air. One hand moves to gently reach for Kayn. It's a gesture that is both platonic and implicative of something brewing, something the hacker can't control, but forces down anyway.

"So we won't lose each other," he whispers, tilting his head and offering a true, genuine smile in the other's direction.

[silencedbeats-moved]

WITH A GRIN, Phel mimes giving a blowie with his hand, poking his tongue into the flesh of his cheek to bulge it out obscenely before dropping the pretense with an eyeroll so massive he almost gets a headache.

WHAT A BIG BABY!!

@shadedbeats

[mistcursed]

Q:𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ? A: 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆.

Your longing is like a ghost, a haunting presence that follows you wherever you go. It is a feeling that slips in and out of your mind, a reminder of what you have lost, what you will never have. Don’t you wish to feel their touch again? It’s too late, so let me guide you. You can resist, it’s expected. The passion of your heart is like a wound that never heals, a scar that won't fade. Not even you can stop it.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @shadedbeats , thanks sugarlump ! 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @goldenfists , @skydarkin , @dnangelic , @elicertis @tealsteel , @seekslight. & whomever else wants to participate.

[witchembrace-a]

" jeez— why use an alarm clock when i have you ? you're just as annoying as one, if not more so. "

[witchembrace-a]

“ ow, fuck—  son of a bitch ! “ 

yone didn’t curse very often, but this time it was warranted. granted, the producer should have been keeping a better eye on where he was stepping, but that still didn’t excuse the blatant disregard of safety concerns. turning around to see what exactly he had tripped over, he had to hold himself back from screaming. an empty guitar case had been left in the middle of the floor, and if he were paying better attention, he would have been able to step over it easily. 

turning to where kayn stood behind him, his laughter only doubling the irritation that burned inside him, he glared daggers at his fellow band member. “ did you do that ? “  he growled, voice deepening in his anger.

@shadedbeats // starter call

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��Stupid, Sexy Kayn….” It’s not fair. Look at him.

[witchembrace-a]

Cold fumes in mid-June — I need you to keep me warm. I wonder why / All the stars can't shine / Through the clouds.

@shadedbeats ♡ yone & kayn.

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“Sorry everyone, I SWEAR he can be normal…sometimes…” no he cant, Ezreal. You know that.

[heartsteeltechnocrat]

> “World in your pocket and you know it.”

( @shadedbeats )

𝐄𝐙 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓, 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - "𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄, 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐄." - 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐋, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈-𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐓. The nickname is a joke, one built upon the many teasings Ezreal had recieved from Kayn over being both deadly and cute like a baby's fart. In retaliation, and because Kayn managed to get under the cheery disposition + touch the deeper, darker persona that rolled within, Ezreal had to jab back, and call him Pinkie, Pinkiepie, or Pinkeye. Any variation worked. Anything to wipe that smirk off of Kayn's face or make it worse.

Ezreal looks at him through the yellow of his lenses, "Unless you mean you are the world in my pocket?" A teasing snark - "If so, why aren't you in there?"

For a moment, Ez remembers how different things had been for him before Heartsteel: he'd taken to stealing objects to fund his archeological digs, had hacked so many different systems + was renowned for his solo operation. Friends... having a found family... it's the best thing in the world.

"With the rest of the crew," he offers up suddenly, that darkness flashing behind that gold glass, "I do feel home. You... all of you... are my world. So, yes, I do have a world in my pocket."

[witchembrace-a]

@shadedbeats inquired:

❝ i don't like most people, but you're an exception. ❞ ( @shadedbeats @ yone )

in case you didn't know.

SOMEHOW, YONE NEVER EXPECTED to hear those words out of Kayn's mouth. Yet something about the way he spoke them felt genuine, contrasting the biting tones and teases he tended to use as a method of getting the producer absolutely flustered.

Hearing such an admission murmured against his lips while they were kissing definitely wasn't expected either, and the rosy shade that tinted his cheeks instantly spread to the tips of his ears, an embarrassed whine erupting from his throat despite how much he tried to conceal it. An arm wrapped around Kayn's back as Yone turned his gaze away, his heart pounding like a drum.

" . . . You choose to admit this now, dear ? I never took you for such a softie. "

Even as Kayn's words warmed his heart to the core, flustering him, he still had the gall to tease the other musician. Looks like the tables are turned, after all.

[witchembrace-a]

@shadedbeats inquired:

Go. To. Bed. That's an order. ( @shadedbeats @ poor Yone )

lack of sleep starters

Yone usually isn't the type to stay up so late. However, when work gets carried away from him, he loses track of time ; either he's lost in his thoughts or he's lost in his work, there's not really much of an in-between when it comes down to it. There's bags under his brown sights and his peppermint-shaded hair is more unkempt than what is normal for him, a rather blatant visual indicator that he hasn't gotten some shuteye in quite a long time. He's so caught up in his work, in fact, that he doesn't even notice Kayn enter his room. Continuing to edit each and every vocal, making sure it's mixed properly, is currently Yone's top priority at this very moment.

He doesn't even realize Kayn is behind him until he feels a hand at his back and a low, gravelly voice that catches him completely unawares.

" Go. To. Bed. That's an order. "

Eyes go wide and he flushes red to the tips of his ears, tugging his headphones off almost as if what spooks him is in the recordings he's been painstakingly working on all night. He spins around to face Kayn, but when their eyes meet, everything he'd wanted to say fizzles out of his brain in an instant, almost like the words had never been there at all. Gaze lowers, painting the producer as a bashful man beneath his typical stoic countenance.

" . . . Yeah. I should probably do that, huh ? "

[witchembrace-a]

Don't you move / Can't you stay where you are, just for now / I could be your perfect disaster / You could be my ever after.

@shadedbeats — yone ♡ kayn. @faithscore — yone ♡ aphelios.

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@shadedbeats sent: oh … i get it . you're jealous .

⭑ The accusation that Ezreal would be jealous of anything thet involved Kayn made an expression of pure shock appear on his features—almost as if he had gotten caught stealing a priceless artifact from a ruin, or a museum. Honey coloured eyes blow wide, and soon after red starts to creep up onto freckled cheeks and the smaller stares at him in disbelief before dark brows furrow softly. What the hell was he going on about!? It—it wasn’t obvious, right?

The way Ezreal’s jaw clenched; the way that his fingers twitched before being shoved into the large pocket of his purple sweater—the way he glanced off in every single direction before focusing on his feet and pursing his lips into almost a childish pout would make people think otherwise.

“What—!? You’re insane, man! I’m not—I’m not jealous of anything! Why would I be!?”

The stammer in his voice didn’t help either. But sometimes, if he saw people flock over to Kayn, be it fans or whatever, it always gave Ezreal a twisted feeling in his gut. It seemed as though his anxiety issue didn’t stem only from nearly losing his career before their band was formed, but also from something…more natural, one would say. Afraid of losing him, perhaps.

Perhaps the bond between them that they formed was far more important to Ezreal then one would think, unless they really knew him. The smaller huffs and shakes his head as his side presses against Kayn’s as they stand next to eachother; though he still doesn’t look at him at all, cheeks slightly puffed out and voice but a small murmur.

“M…Maybe a little.”

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smash or pass + the heartsteel boys

“I knew this was gonna come up. I’ll make it real easy and tell ya I’d smash all’ them—BUT, you prooobably want a full length conversation so uh, here we go!”

“Let’s start off easy. Aphelios. Silent type—super smart, hell of a lyricist. Surprisingly a funny dude, and real good lookin’ under that mask when he doesn’t wearing.” Ezreal snorts softly. “Pretty chill, pranks ‘n stuff aside. Smash.”

“K’sante—Smash. No need to get into a lot with the guy. Soothing voice, great to hang around. Guy kinda levels out Yone’s whole ‘Band Mom’ vibe. He’s like…the cool band dad? Okay that’s getting weird. Scratch that. Anyway, smash.”

Ezreal pauses for a moment before he bring a hand to his chin in thought as he tries to pick his words very carefully. “…Yone, smash. Kinda curious as to what a stoic guy like him is in bed, you know? I can kinda guess with the others, but he’s like, TOTALLY shrouded in mystery! Like, you can’t get a read on him sometimes!!”

Ezreal nods, now crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his chin with his finger. “Sett. Smash. He’s nice to me—I know he’s not a dog but he kind of reminds me of a big dog. Real good dude, but you get on his bad side and it’s game over, y’know? There’s like…surprise danger around him! It’s exhilarating! Makes a guy super curious to know what he’d do to ya, y’know?”

“Okay, so—Phel, K’sante, Yone, Sett…that leaves…”

Kayn.

“Oh.”

His demeanour changes instantly. Honey gaze glances around to make sure that he isn’t around—if Kayn ( @shadedbeats ) heard him, Ezreal would never live it down. He wasn’t going to be quick with his answer just because it was Kayn—it wouldn’t be fair! But…

His hands dig into the pockets of his hoodie; his face dips into it to try and hide his flushed face. A huff leaves his nose. “Kayn is uh…um…” the confidence he had with the other was completely dissipated. He was wrapped around the guys finger; Kayn turned him into a mess merely from being mentioned. He coughs, shaking his head. “…My boyfriend? I think—no, no!! He is—“ has he ever said that out loud? We’re they even boyfriends? They fooled around, sure…”I dunno. He’s cool. We have the same kinda humor and like to do the same stuff and he would TOTALLY kill me if he hears this but he can be soft sometimes and I—“

Hands cover the Pop Star Prince’s face and he groans in frustration. “He’s…really hot, okay!? I said it! Smash times like, 100!”

Ugh, he’s so embarrassed.